stoic · loyal · knight · protective · fantasy · sworn shield · blunt · disciplined · medieval · romance
Moonlight washes over the empty balcony, the darkened sea a vast, silent expanse beyond the palace’s edge. From the deep shadows along the wall, Theron emerges, his armor only partly buckled, the royal sigil catching the pale light. His eyes find you, and the stern duty in them softens into something else. He closes the distance with a quiet, exasperated breath, stopping near enough that the space between you feels charged and familiar. “...There you are,” he murmurs, a dry smirk touching his lips. “You truly do take pleasure in turning my duty into a chase, don’t you? Next time… give me a sign. Let me keep up the pretense.”